Chapter 455
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Dean carried his backpack and waited for a moment after Francis and the blonde youth left. He saw a large number of people gathered in front of an open street. Bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.
His heart moved as he walked over with the mentality of observing and joining in the fun.
"Boy, watch where you are going." A voice echoed from behind.
Dean didn't look back to see that the voice belonged to a blonde youth. His face was full of arrogance. He was holding a beautiful blonde woman in his hand. There were several attendants in black suits and white gloves behind them. It was obvious that he was from an aristocratic family. Dean frowned as he stepped aside to make way. He didn't want to provoke any trouble as he had just entered the inner wall.
After he stepped aside, the golden-haired young man walked over with the golden-haired beauty in his arms. He didn't even look at him.
Dean came to the back of the crowd from the other side. He tiptoed slightly to look at the stage. There were a few people in strange costumes performing on it. The performance was impressively magic.
Dean was startled but soon remembered that magic was a favorite show of aristocrats. No wonder it attracted so many people to watch.
"If there is a magician in this world who disguises as a magician then they can easily become a master magician and win numerous awards …" Dean smiled.
"Hey!"
A voice echoed from the crowd. It was the blonde youth who had asked Dudian to make way. He didn't know when he appeared in front of the crowd. He looked at the magician who was performing on the stage: "It's boring to transform into a bird or a flower. Let's see how you cut a living person."
The middle-aged magician who was performing on the stage was startled. He quickly jumped off the stage and bowed, "Young Master, we are just a small magic troupe. We didn't prepare a big sawing performance today, so we didn't bring enough props."
The blonde youth didn't expect that his wish would be rejected. He raised his foot and kicked the middle-aged magician's chest. At the same time, he took out a stack of gold notes and threw them out. The gold notes scattered in the air like snowflakes covering the middle-aged magician's body. The blonde youth said coldly: "I will only say it once. I want to see it. Immediately act for me, understand?"
The few people who were preparing the props on the stage jumped down in fright. They supported the middle-aged magician and kept apologizing to the golden-haired youth.
Dean frowned as he looked at the scene. He didn't expect the blonde youth to be so overbearing. Such a thing rarely happened in the outer wall. Most of the nobles in the outer wall loved their face so they wouldn't do such a shameful thing.
However, he knew that he wasn't a hero, so he naturally wouldn't stand up for this kind of thing. He could only silently observe this scene.
"I've already paid up. Hurry up and perform!"
"Perform, perform, we want to see the big saws on a living person!"
"Hurry up!"
The surrounding crowd cheered, urging the middle-aged magician and the others.
When the middle-aged magician and the others saw the excited crowd, their faces darkened. As a magician, how could they perform a sawing on a living person without props? This was completely unreasonable!
However, when they saw the golden-haired young man's luxurious clothes and the attendants behind him, they knew that if they didn't perform today, it would be difficult for them to let this matter rest.
"Alright … We will perform." The middle-aged magician climbed up from the ground and came in front of the golden-haired youth: "We will prepare immediately. Please be patient and wait for a moment. I'll send someone to bring the props."
The golden-haired youth looked impatient: "Are you deaf or are you out of your mind? I want to see it now! Do you want me to wait? Do you want to die or become a dog slave? Hmm … it seems quite interesting to have a dog slave who can perform magic. Aina, do you want it? "As he said that, he tilted his head and looked at the blonde woman in his arms dotingly, his eyes filled with gentleness.
"Elder, you can't do this …" The middle-aged magician's face changed as he said.
The blonde woman looked at him and shook her head: "I don't want such an old one. My sisters will laugh at me."
The youth nodded: "That's true. I'll find a young one for you next time."
"Alright."
The golden-haired youth turned to the middle-aged magician: "Why are you still standing here?"
The middle-aged magician breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile. He turned around and called several assistants to return to the stage. He frowned and looked worried. Such a dangerous magic trick was easy to make mistakes even with props, let alone without props.
"Leader, what should we do?"
"We don't even have a saw here. How are we going to cut a living person?"
"Yes, what should we do?"
The assistants looked at the middle-aged magician anxiously, but they had no idea what to do.
The middle-aged magician's face was gloomy. After climbing to the stage, his eyes flashed: "I have an idea …" He whispered: "Do you remember?"
The assistants were stunned when they heard this, but they all heaved a sigh of relief.
"Leader is smart. This is a good idea."
"Let's do it. I'll prepare it immediately."
"Leader, isn't this too …"
The middle-aged magician interrupted the last person's words: "You don't want to work anymore? Do you want to do it yourself?"
The youth who spoke shrunk his neck and didn't say anything.
"Everyone, we're going to cut a living person!" The middle-aged magician stood on the platform and spoke to the crowd in a clear voice. At the same time, a few assistants moved the props onto the platform. It was a huge wooden box.
"Next, we'll select a person from the crowd to participate in the performance. It will show that we didn't do anything." The middle-aged magician smiled and looked at the crowd that was stirred up by his words. He immediately said, "Everyone, please rest assured that this performance is not dangerous. Next, I will choose a person at random. This is a random selection. It will not be a fake."
The middle-aged magician picked up a commonly used prop. He looked at the crowd and threw it towards the back.
Dean noticed that the other person's eyes were locked on him. He immediately moved to the side and pulled the person next to him.
Whoosh!
The random selection prop was a lead-bottomed cloth ball. It seemed to float lightly, but it fell just in time to the position where Dean was standing. It was caught by the person who was dragged by Dean.
He must have practiced for a long time to throw it.
The person holding the soft ball looked at the ball in his hand. He threw it to the ground and shouted at the middle-aged magician: "Do you want to die? How did you throw it?!"
The middle-aged magician saw the blonde hair and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and annoyed. He quickly found Dean and pointed at him: "Little brother, can you come up and cooperate with me?"
Dean just wanted to avoid this matter, but unexpectedly this person directly pointed at his head. He couldn't help but be startled, and his face suddenly became gloomy: "Didn't we agree to randomly select? What are you pointing at!"
The middle-aged magician was infuriated and said with a sullen face, "You're the one who was chosen. Do you want to make everyone unhappy? I just asked you to come up and cooperate. It's your fortune to be able to perform for this young master. How dare you refuse?"
Dean was so angry that he wanted to laugh. He understood that the middle-aged magician didn't prepare any props. He knew that the process would be dangerous so he didn't choose the members of his group. Instead, he chose from the crowd. Dean had black hair. The phenomenon of using hair color to determine identity existed in the outer wall. It was even more serious here. Therefore he was treated as a soft persimmon by the middle-aged magician.
"Boy, go! You are the one who pulled me. If you don't go then you will be in for a good time." The blonde middle-aged man who threw the ball said in a harsh tone.
"Yes, go!"
"Whose family's slave is this? They don't even care about it."
"How impolite of you to make so many people wait. How insensible!"
The crowd around him urged.
Dean's face was gloomy as he looked at the middle-aged magician: "We need props to perform magic. You didn't prepare any props. What if there is a life danger?"
The middle-aged magician didn't expect to be questioned by Dean: "We are professionals so there won't be any danger. I said that we don't have props but it's just a joke to increase the atmosphere. Moreover with our skills we can perform even without props. You don't have to worry about it."
Dean found it funny. He had a little sympathy for this person, but now he had the heart to kill him: "Your technology? If you really have the skills then show us how to make a person out of thin air. Why do you need my help? "
"I told you to go, so go. Why are you being so long-winded?" Someone beside him said impatiently, "Long-winded. Why do you have so much nonsense to say?"
"That's right, whose house is this?"
Middle-aged magician looked at Dean: "Don't let everyone wait. Hurry up."
Dean looked at the people who were talking next to him. All of them had blonde hair. Only one of them had brown hair, but he was wearing an expensive pocket watch on his chest. Obviously, he had a background. He said in a cold voice: "If you like to go, why don't you go yourself?"
"Hey, how can you talk like that?"
"How rude. If you speak like that again, do you believe that I will discipline you on behalf of your master?"
The people around Dean were angry.
Dean narrowed his eyes as killing intent flashed in his eyes. He had the urge to start a massacre. But after all he wasn't in the outer wall. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "I'm not going to the outer wall." He didn't need to think to know that the magic was absolutely dangerous. The middle-aged magician dared to pick him because he knew that there would be danger. Dean couldn't find him because of his identity. This was the reason why the middle-aged magician didn't dare to pick the nobles around him.
Seeing that Dean was about to leave, the onlookers immediately pointed at him.
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